Twelve-year old Addison Schmeeter lives in upstate New York with her mom. Addie's family situation is complicated, to say the least. She believes in heroes and she longs for things to be normal.
I shook my head. "I know the health stuff is important, but I think there's more to getting happy than that."
She leaned forward, kind of studying me. I worried that I shouldn't have said it. Soula actually might have been happy just to have good health.
"I think you need heroes, too," I said. I made a little fist for punch.
"Heroes?" she asked. "Like friends and family?"
"They can be friends or family," I said. "Webster's says-"
"Webster's?"
"The dictionary," I explained. "A hero is someone who sets themselves apart from others. You know - someone who is strong or shows courage, takes a risk. And I know Webster's is probably talking about well-known heroes. Like from the newspapers and history books. Inventors and athletes and people like Martin Luther King."
"Uh-huh." Soul was still listening.
"But don't you think it's possible . . . " - I twisted up my face - " . . . that every person is a hero to someone else?"
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